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This is a poem I wrote about how people often hide from or ignore good things that come in strange, frightening, or out of the ordinary packages. Kind of like how lucid dreaming is seen to some poeple.

"My Wish Well"

My wish well's a fish pail,
With all the fish excrement and tail,
Hanging from a crust caked rail.

"So," says the fish pail, "Wish well;"
"And just ignore my funk fish smell,"
"As I turn your life to a tall tale."

So I turn tail, to fish pail,
And the fish pail wails, "Oh Bloody Hell!"
"I guess I'm just no ordinary fish pail!"




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